Memories of First Darshan

Darshan (Poem)

The far voices of the earth die:
And in the vast lone hush of Being, Thou
Foldest Thy love around my cry . . .
The worlds dissolve to darkness now,
And in the gaps of emptiness we fly
Beyond the farthest star-hill's brow . . .

Aeons of memoried night unroll
Their cycles of chained karmic griefs and mirths
Across the winging of my soul;
Thou bearest me past myriad births,
Fire-wheels of death and destiny's control,
To silent fashionings of new earths . . .

A white day dawns upon the deep,
The frozen rocks of Space divide and free
The warm gold mystery they keep.
O power-winged Love, Thou bearest me
O'er storm-black gulfs and endless mires of sleep,
To sunlit heavens of purity.

21.2.1948

- Thémis

(Poems on Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry, 1951, p. 50)